The man furrowed his brow even more tightly and reached out with a fist to hit Ning Yang. Ning Yang grabbed his fist, his face expressionless, but made the man cry out in pain.
Yaya walked out of the house, her voice stern: "Ning Yang, let him go."
"Oh, sister, you have a man you're fond of now? Are you worried about him?" Ning Yang laughed with even more sarcasm.
Ning Ya furrowed her eyebrows tightly and said to the man, "You should go back."
The man didn't leave, "Yaya, I don't want to see you like that anymore, I don't want you to..."
"He's my brother," Ning Ya interrupted the man.
The man was shocked for a moment, then said to Ning Yang, "I'm sorry, you didn't mention it, I didn't know. Next time, let's have a meal together to make amends."
After speaking, he turned and left.
"Ayang, can you not just barge in like this in the future, or keep hiding like you do..." Ning Ya's voice was somewhat severe.
